I cannot thank you enough

As the title says, I cannot thank everyone enough. I'm so thankful for my readers and all the wonderful people that I have met online. Recently my book The Danger with Sinners was named "Best Book of 2012" by Paranormal Reads Reviews.  I know that this would not have been possible without any of you. As a way to say thank you, I've decided to drop the price from 3.99 to .99 on Amazon until the end of January.

Named the Best book by an Indie author in 2012...
The Society of Sinners and the Safe Haven Corporation team up in Parkerson's third installment of the Sinners Series, in order to locate and capture head of Research Inc., Tacha Vasiliev.
Tacha is accused of using her company as a cover for development of a weapon of mass destruction, the ultimate vampire.
Caleb Cook, aka Danger, is sent to infiltrate the home of Sr. V.P. Narmer Horus in hopes of uncovering clues to Tacha's whereabouts. 
Disguised as head of security, Danger finds his biggest challenge isn't Narmer himself, but his headstrong daughter, Kim.
However, just as Danger is not what he appears to be, neither is Kim.


The two wildcats transformed as soon as the door closed behind Kim. The space once occupied by the caracals now held a set of twins. The two women were identical in every way down to the last calico-colored hair.
“Why did you not kill her while you had the chance?”
Harold brushed his bottom lip with the pad of his finger, lost in his own thoughts as he answered Angela’s question. “There has always been something about that one,” he mused aloud.
“You only wish to enjoy her body,” Bronwyn spat out, sounding jealous.
A fleeting smile touched his lips as he pictured Kim’s delicious body, but he waved it away. “No. She is perfection, of course, but I am intrigued. That is a feeling I have not encountered in years.”
“Intrigued by a new pussy,” Bronwyn muttered.
In a flash of motion, too quick to be witnessed by the human eye, Harold slammed Bronwyn’s body against the wall, pinning her there as he squeezed her throat. Her feet dangled six inches from the floor and tears sprang to her eyes as he tightened his grip. He held her weight with one hand as if she were no more than a doll. She scratched at his arm as she fought against his hold but it was useless. He stared hard into her eyes until he was sure that she understood the precariousness of her situation. “Do you forget your place?” He did not bother to loosen his grip and allow her to speak because he did not need to hear her answer. Her life was meaningless to him, and she only held onto it by his grace. Leaning forward he pressed his nose to her throat inhaling her scent deep into his lungs. “Do you fear for your life?” Without waiting for her answer, he added. “You should, because it means nothing. You are a mere plaything, but she is a friend.” Without warning, he bit into her neck tearing through the skin until the copper taste of blood touched his tongue. The bitter taste of taint disgusted him and deepened his anger. Two thousand years of bitterness well up inside of him rising to the surface until he ripped through Bronwyn’s artery in his rage. Releasing his grip, Harold allowed Bronwyn’s body to fall and he stared down at her lifeless body unable to feel an ounce of remorse. Two thousand years she served him, and he could not feel a thing. 


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